Jackanape, drifting through the streets
A broken mind torn by time
"Heretic" the townsfolk cry
Thrusting abuse in his path
Beleaguered and beaten
He wanders on
The zephyr calling his name
Haunted by the fallacy of his past
Only one bibelot of of truth
Lingering in his mind
Tuesday 30 April 2013
Wednesday 24 April 2013
28.12.60
Sheltered under the cloak
Of a book
Physics probably
Not one to dabble in creativity
He claims
With a violin perched at his side
My poetic acquaintance
With the pen at his lips
Pressing glass eyes to paper words
"Meaningless drivel"
He claims
As he eagerly turns to the next page
Glass stars and crystal moons
Tiptoeing over time and space
Round his head and onto his page
Misunderstood
He claims
As he hides for another day
I picked a random book from my school library and looked at the library card in the front, I chose a random name from the small list of people who had borrowed it and wrote a poem about the type of person who I imagined them to be.
The boy had borrowed the poetry book on the 28th December 1960, I imagined him to be smart and have a passion for science but have a hidden creative flair that he tries to keep hidden from the world.
Of a book
Physics probably
Not one to dabble in creativity
He claims
With a violin perched at his side
My poetic acquaintance
With the pen at his lips
Pressing glass eyes to paper words
"Meaningless drivel"
He claims
As he eagerly turns to the next page
Glass stars and crystal moons
Tiptoeing over time and space
Round his head and onto his page
Misunderstood
He claims
As he hides for another day
I picked a random book from my school library and looked at the library card in the front, I chose a random name from the small list of people who had borrowed it and wrote a poem about the type of person who I imagined them to be.
The boy had borrowed the poetry book on the 28th December 1960, I imagined him to be smart and have a passion for science but have a hidden creative flair that he tries to keep hidden from the world.
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